Non Consent Erotica Novels & Stories

he rolled his eyes, pulling my hands away from my face. "What if I had done that to you?" I inquired, and he almost chuckled before adopting a serious expression. "Don't be absurd. I wouldn't even get aroused for you," his remark caused me to frown and shed more tears. "I'm joking. And stop with this melodrama. When mates go into heat, they don't care. And you should be grateful that last night, I did feel like loving you. Despite being tired and stressed, I felt for you and became aroused for you. Do you really want to ruin it over something like consent? Tell me, do you not want me to touch you? If so, why? Why wouldn't you want your mate to touch you?" he continued speaking for a few more

WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞 This chapter contains sexual content which might be offensive to some readers. Only for 18+ readers. Cassandra never thought she would enjoy this kind of sex whatsoever. The women were literally in pain and were crying and she wondered how anyone could consent to be punished in the name of sex.

"How can they do that? She is in pains." "Yes, but she can take it, she has her safe word." I sigh. No more, I am done. I adjust on his lap so I can straddle him, my forehead touches his, his hands snake inside my gown to cup my buttocks and I mentally reprimand myself for moaning. "El, consent is of utmost importance in our sex world, she agreed to it, if she didn't, she won't be here." "But I don’t like it." "You don’t have to," he replies and I sigh. "She likes it, she enjoys it."

“You cannot do this! You cannot touch me without consent. You do know you're a notable individual and you know what that spells for your reputation.” “Wrong, bella. It’s not rape if we have your consent.” Immediately he says those words, something sharp pricks my neck, leaving before I get the chance to grip it. “What was that?” I rub the spot and bring my fingers to my face. There’s nothing. “What have you done to me, you bastard?” “Wait a while, bellisima,” Nicolo leers while fucking me with his eyes. “A few seconds more.” They’re all watching me with an anticipation that sickens me, waiting for some reaction. I pause to observe and to my relief, I don’t feel drowsy or drugged. Maybe that

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.

She’d done a shabby job, but at least the bullets were out. “Consider finishing it yourself,” she spat, more vim for herself than for me. Embarrassment flushed her face, her pouty lips engorged from excitement. “Where was this reservation when you were grinding on men in Tribeca?” The image of her rubbing against him, just hours ago, drew a dark haze of rage over my vision. “It’s called consent. I consented to that. I don’t consent to this.” I regarded her with quiet contempt, my rage simmering down. It was obvious she was lying to herself, and I didn’t have time to help her figure out her adult urges.

Chapter Comments Visitor awful the motor literally said unconsenual and he accuses her of it being consensual Visitor what an ass. his brother told him it was probably not consensual